When I first met my husband’s Uncle George, I knew I liked him right away. He arrived for a long weekend at the cottage with raspberry pies. These weren’t just any raspberry pies, these were the most delicious pies that I had ever tasted. I was surrounded by healthy food and healthy eaters and a […]
This probably only makes sense if you saw the picture shown below from December. Now that Halloween is finally, officially over at our house. Makes me a little sad and a little happy at the same time. I sure got my money’s worth out of that balloon, wouldn’t you say? December 2008
Birk was getting in the shower. Her 7 year old body jumping up and down and squiggling out of her clothes. She looked at me with a big smile and joyfully said with a jump to punctuate her point, “Mom, I was the kicker!” We had talked about many things that evening. I tried to […]
We were lucky today to be able to take our kids to the local one screen theater to watch President Obama’s inauguration. Young and old clapped and cheered. Just like if we were on the plaza: we stood when you were supposed to stand, bowed our heads to pray and sang along with our hands […]
Birk was having one of those days. You know, the kind of day when you want to lock yourself in the bathroom, lie down on the floor and cry your eyes out. Except, when you are seven, you really do this. It all started when she booked a playdate. When you are the third […]
8:45 am: the wind is howling across the lake. Roof timbers are shaking–it’s like the wind is moving through the house. Yet the sun shines bright on the snow.
9:00 am: Birk decides that waffles sound like a good idea. I pull out homemade breakfast sausage from the butcher. We mix and pour.
9:10:the lights flicker and fail.
I knew that I was a big fan of indoor plumbing, but after 2 weeks with spotty access to the stuff, I know now that it’s one of my favorite forms of creature comforts. My numero uno kind of indoor plumbing hands down would have to be the toilet. Take away the running water in […]
The witch that lives in this Gingerbread House must live in California.
My relationship with my sister, in one story: My cell phone rang as I was getting ready to drive into the city for a quick Christmas errand. I needed to buy my first daughter a holiday dress. I knew it would make her happy if she got a special something, and I wanted to take […]
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